prometheus, your round!

zeus was crazy, mad-crazy not zany-crazy.. he bound prometheus to a rock.. where every day his liver was pecked out by birds, i don’t recall what kind they were. blue tits most likely, vicious little bastards, though if there were any justice it ought really to be geese. every night his liver would renew itself to feed more fowl the next day.. for all eternity.
i see myself a something of a promethe-zeus i am a little crazy, every night i drink long and deep before passing out peacefully, each morning my liver feels like it has been pecked out by birds. and yet by the evening it is magically restored to a useable condition for me to punish it further. though i’m not sure i’ll have suffer til eternity.

About caspar

Caspar is just one monkey among billions. Battering his keyboard without expectations even of peanuts, let alone of aping the Immortal Bard. By day he is an infantologist at Birkbeck Babylab, by night he runs BabyLaughter.net
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